The last rose on the bush.
Why am I all alone,was I not good enough?
The rest were picked and clipped,but here I am all alone.
I tryed my hardest to be the best.
I'm sorry I wasn't what you wanted.
I did all that I could,but here I sit all alone.
The last rose on the bush.
Why am I all alone,was I not good enough?
The rest were picked and clipped,but here I am all alone.
I tryed my hardest to be the best.
I'm sorry I wasn't what you wanted.
I did all that I could,but here I sit all alone.
laydbak1 commented on The last rose on the bush.
06-14-2009
snowdove commented on The last rose on the bush.
05-31-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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